I once had a romantic relationship, and my girlfriend took a sip of peach-flavored Mirinda and kissed me. She said, "From now on, when you drink this bottle of water, you'll think of me."

It's been almost four or five years, and I haven't dared to drink peach-flavored Mirinda again.
Later, I went fishing and asked my friend to bring a bottle of water. He asked what I wanted to buy, and I said anything. In the end, he brought back a bottle of peach-flavored Mirinda.
I hesitated for a moment, but I still drank it. After drinking, I stared at the Mirinda in my hand, dazed, just like her kiss. Suddenly, the summer memory of the peach-flavored Mirinda flooded back.
Although we broke up, I wasn't sad at all,
because this is a story I made up.
Wishing everyone successful trading, good night, see you tomorrow.